Sheng Annan opened the lotus leaf, and it contained a sticky cake snack unique to southern Xinjiang.

Lan Wancheng also patted his stomach: "Crap! Doesn't anyone take a fancy to me?!"

This kind of situation is that no one is embarrassed, the third from the left is actually good-looking, but he can't stand the aura that he shows is too cold.

At first glance, he belongs to the kind of person who is not easy to contact, so it is quite normal that he does not have one.

Lan Wancheng looked at a few girls standing not far away with tokens and lotus leaves.

And he whistled at them, unexpectedly these girls just gave him a blank look, turned around and left.

"Grass! Why?!"

Lan Wancheng said with a speechless face.

Gu Chen glanced at him, and handed him the remaining half of the sticky cake: "The word dick is almost written on your face! Why are you asking?!"

When men come out to hang out, they rely on money and strength, not cheap slogans and cheap social atmosphere.

Several people burst out laughing, Lan Wancheng also rolled his eyes, and muttered in a low voice: "It's really tasteless!! My family Tingting has to be discerning!"

If these girls give you something, if you don't return the gift, it actually means rejection, and even a prostitution meal and token.

Sheng Annan belonged to that kind of Neptune-level man, and the tokens received at home probably took a few big boxes to store.

After leaving Tamuzhai, I entered the mountain again, but the mountain road here was obviously cleared by someone. Although there are dense vegetation on both sides, the middle road is clean.

Along the way, they encountered more than one group of patrolling soldiers, their clothes and weapons were still in their original state, spears, broadswords and so on.

"stop!"

When everyone quietly passed by this group of patrolling people, the man in the lead suddenly turned around and stopped everyone!

Upon hearing this voice, everyone stopped in their tracks, and even the third from the left was ready to make a move.

But Gu Chen gave him a wink, and he just took his hand back. If he made a move here, it would be tantamount to directly revealing his whereabouts.

Sheng Annan turned around and asked with the unique accent of the Eighteen Villages in Southern Xinjiang: "What's wrong?! What's the matter?!"

"Don't run around! The prince of the city ordered that a curfew will be imposed soon. Everyone must stay in their own homes before sunset in the daytime. Don't run away!" The soldier in the lead said, looking back at him.

"Okay! With you here, all the villages will be safe and sound!"

After a few polite words, the group of soldiers turned and left.

After seeing these people leave, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

You can't go out after five o'clock. It seems that Chen Wannian has taken great pains to successfully ascend to the position of King Miao.

After leaving Tamuzhai, everyone entered a small mountain forest. After walking for about ten minutes, they saw another village not far away.

The same is true for the gates of the village, which are usually unimpeded. Today, several watchtowers were specially set up, and dozens of soldiers guarded each gate of the village.

However, Sheng Annan is still very familiar with the terrain in this area, so he didn't enter directly from the main entrance, but went around to a side gate. Although there were guards there, there were only one or two, because the entrance of the cave was relatively small, so it had to be guarded. The man bent over.

Although it is a bit disrespectful, as long as you can enter the stockade, there is no need to lose face.

At this time, it was in a main hall in the center of the Eighteen Villages in Southern Xinjiang. JrNovels.com